The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-09-09

DEATH OF AMOS.
face of her little dead brother. There
is n smile upon his face, and Mrs.
Stuart says the last words he uttered
were: Eyes, mother, / GOMEZ Gomez
Tears again flow down Hecn's cheek;
they were not the tears of despair. but
sadness and Joy.
He suffers no longer. He had gone
to the world of eternal peace and
youth. He was now in the arms of his
mother, in that Celestial City not made
with hands.
Was this DEATH No, though we call
it death. A change is a far better
term. Was this an act of Providence?
We poor, short-sighted mortals are apt
to criticise the acts of Almighty God.
The language of Job was in Helen's
mind:
''ls there not an appointed time for
man upon earthP Are not his days also
like the days of hirelingP AS a SER
want earnestly desireth the shadow, and
as hireling looketh for the reward Of
his work" Job VII, 1st and I'd.
"f man die, shall he live again?
All the days of my appointed time will
/ wait till my change come" Job XIV,
14th.
Yes, little Amos, did live again. His
change had come, and her heart told
her it was better for him.
Helen felt lonely; though kind words
snnly IN, ha, fThn,.n al,
so many things to suggest the presence
of the departed, long after they have
left us. We seem to hear their voices
in the halls, and each garment suggests
their presence.
Often in the night, Helen seemed to
hear the painful! cough which had long
afflicted her brother. She would start
up from her slumbers, so real did the
vision seem, and it would be some min
utes before she could convince herself
that little Amos was not alive and in
the flesh once more to suffer.
Again and again did she in dreams
live over the scenes and trials with
that little brother whom she loved dear
er than life.
Both Mr.. and Mrs. Stuart did all they
could to console poor Helen. Brother
Blaze, the minister, came.
Oh, what Il world of consolation is a
good pastor in the hour of sorrow and
death. Who can speak such words of
comfort as the man of God?
'Suffer little children to come unto
me and forbid them not, for of such is
the Kingdom of Heaven" he said to the
fair mourner.
Mrs. Arnold and her husband sent
regrets and words of comfort to Helen,
but deemed it best not to attend the
funeral. Pete, the peddler. came, and
offered the best of his stock for burial
clothes. Rose Stuart was Helen's dear
est comforter, not even excepting War
rem, who found himself placed in such
strange position that he could offer but
little consolation. The only satisfac-
ton Clarence had. was that he had
thrashed Bill Jones, "the destroyer of
that child's life"
The funeral was set for an early day.
Rev. Blaze took for his text 1.-The
Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away;
blessed be the name of the Lord"
The sermon was not noted for elo-
quence or rhetoric, but il was full of
hope and cheer. He did not, as many
ministers do, preach all round the sub
ject, but right at It, He said the body
lying before them was only the casket
which had contained little Amos. but
that he had left this frail tenement Of
clay, and was now with his parents in
the eternal home where night never
comes. There was no cause for weep
ing, IL was the change If which job
spake. That which was our loss was
his eternal gain, and Yet as selfish NOR
tails We could not but shed tears and
long for the society II the departed,
His closing remarks about tho final
meeting upon the shores IL the better
land, where friends and relatives among
that angel band would greet Us with
loud hosannas. was ca stirring as Ia
eanse many sobs ~ tender sympathy
aud hope, and there Ne would find thu
lissls hoy no longera cripple, hu, ons 1T
The iairas, and brightest " all slaI am
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